Monday, December 19, 2005

What Can You Eat When Your Throat Is Burning

moonchild75 @ 2005-12-19T20:33:00

Title: Memory (1 / 3)

Fandom: BSG2003

Author: crimson

Date: 14.11.2005

Series / Season: not particularly

Rating: PG-14 / T

Category: Angst, Drama

Pairing / Focus: Kara

Summary: Tears welled in her swollen eyes, noise filled her ears. Drowns out the soothing music of her father.

Spoiler: Season2 to farm

Word count: 886

Disclaimer: The characters and the backround are unfortunately not mine, but Ron Moore supposing times, we could play with them. : D If they are not mine, then have NBC, Universal, Larson and Moore's Rights in the series.

Authors note: I had the idea for this fic after I heard Linkin Park's Breaking the Habit. And perhaps inspired by the fic "things remembered" by Lymiryc. But only fleetingly.

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In the course of writing the content and the context changed dramatically, so I think that you do not know the song has to understand the story. Similarly, the knowledge of the play Metamorphosis One by Philip Glass is not necessarily of distress, who would still like to hear it, can be put in contact with me.

Part 1

A cold Moonlight shone through the dirty window. Dust danced around the room, which a steady rhythm through sound. The old radio was playing from the disc in an endless routine, as if it were created just for this one song. Quiet the sound of the piano vibrate through the tall room. Gently raised himself. Stored in a jacket just above the forgotten furniture. Gave the dreams and hopes enchanted wings. Floated away.

Fascinated Kara stared at the ceiling of her apartment. Saw their future in front of the peeling paint fade. She tried to take her to grab her. As a beetle, they lay helpless on the dirty floor, her trembling arms stretched to the lost Illusions. Investigated cling to something that they had not yet playful and hurt.

tears came into her swollen eyes, noise filled her ears. Drowns out the soothing music of her father.

"Daddy." Joyful grin, she let slip his lap, pulled the man before him longing in a hug. "I love you Daddy."

"I know baby, I he would never, ever forget." With a questioning, all-penetrating gaze, he looked into the bright face Kara. "And you know it why? "Her blond hair wild durcheinanderwirbelnd she shook her head. "Because I love you too."

The seriousness in his eyes for a moment disturbed. "Really, Daddy?"

The rasping voice of a 7-year-old echoed through her head. Fear and pain sat down in its throat. Were unbearably difficult. Oppressed them down. She tried to swallow the lump of hopelessness, as she had done so many times. But this time he clutched tightly to her. Pursued them until they are no could run more. Until the load was too heavy and Kara dived into their memories.

came slowly out of the old injuries from the darkness. Images flashed.

"I do not want that to dance class!" Grimly Kara looked up at her mother. "I would rather play with the guys Pyramid. In the dance school I always have to make characters so stupid and over this course ... One, Two, Three. One, Two, Three. "Aping the top speed she danced around the blond-haired woman, resulting in the hallway of the apartment was small.

A kind Smile lay on the lips of her mother. Kara knelt down beside them holding on their little bundle of energy. "Come on Kara for me. ? Okay, you saw the 7 - year olds who did not seem to expect the world straight in the eye. exclaimed, "You know how much I love you on the dance floor to watch."

A broad smile the gifted child. "Okay, Mummy." Her eyes seemed to clear millions of stars sparkle, as she moved her mother in a short violent embrace. "For you. But tomorrow I can then play with the guys Pyramid. "

unconsciously drove a slight smile on face Karas. Sound reached through the night.

Playful Kara jumped through the dance hall. Joy was in her face, she loved the music, the movements, which naturally flowed from her body. She wanted to have to never stop. Gradually the sound of the piano fell silent at the end of the room.

"That was beautiful Kara."

shame did blush her cheeks, she would never dramatic in the Statements of her mother used. "I just had just what Miss Parker wanted."

swayed in a steady beat their feet through the air. Made for a moment the pain and grief forgotten. Gave her new strength. Light streamed through the fog.

you could almost touch the melody. With a finger she went to the sounds, feeling the sounds.

"That your father has written today." Surprised the sudden break in her world of music and colors, they looked up at her mother. "He said it was dedicated to his two angels. And I should audition on the way back. "The little hand moving, which floated to the rhythm through the air, she watched her briefly in the bright green eyes. "Because he always has to wait on us."

The left hand after the flickering figure stretched out in front of him writhing Kara together. Hot tears ran down her cheeks. United in a stream, a lake. They put in their glittering eyes. A dull thud echoed from the Depth up to her.

A jolt ran through her body as the car came to a halt. Scared she looked at the woman beside him, her face reflected her feelings. Hesitantly took her mother to the belt saw fleetingly on her daughter and hiding her fear behind a shy smile. "You okay, baby?"

Kara nodded his head so violently, she had the feeling that he must fall. "J. .. Yes. Everything okay. "She gazes into the moonless night. "What ... What was that? "

lovingly patted her mother Karas cheek. "I think one of our tires has burst." She opened her dim stillness of tearing her mother the car door.

suggested in her memory metal against each other, suddenly interrupted the silent music of her father. she had the shakes.

Laughing, she ran into the house. Light clinking of the keys fell to the ground as Kara jumped over to her mother. "Daddy," she cried, as it would for the conquest of a new World. "Daddy! We're home! "Surprised they raced up the stairs. "Do you hear Daddy? We are home. "Stormed into the office of her father.

oppressive silence rang through the room. Only the patter of the rain was beginning to hear. The comforting music of her father had stopped. To play the piano stopped.

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